The Primordial Record

The two Ouroboros Serpents inside the body of the Calamity God were luxuriating in the body of their prey. The awakening of the Calamity God led to its demise far more quickly than it should have been, due to the fact that the energy circulating inside the God went into a frenzy, and if previously the serpents were eating one part darkness to ninety-nine part flesh, now it was twenty part darkness to eighty part flesh.

The cries of the Calamity God no longer held fury, they held panic and fear for although it was plunging more tentacles into its body to fish out the deadly occupants eating it from inside out, they proved to be a slippery foe, any portion of the perpetrator's body that it touched were discarded and left behind, and with the nature of the Ouroboros Serpents, their growth and appetites never tapered, it increases with every second that passes.

With so much darkness now flooding the body of the Calamity God, the Ouroboros Serpents disregarded the flesh of the god and focused on the darkness. Multiple parts of the body of the god shriveled and exploded into decaying flesh.

The golden mirror below was free to grow as the Calamity God focused inward with maniacal intensity as its fear increased to a feverish pitch.

The visions in the golden mirror were changing subtly, the purple cube changed its state allowing it to enter into the mirror, and slowly drifted into the man on the throne of stars and settled on his opened right hand. The man who appeared to be asleep twitched, and his hand squeezed the cube tighter.

Purple veins began to grow within his hand, outlined on his skin as they moved towards his head and heart, and before long the cube vanished, its energy drained, but the man still slept, but the glow from his throne of stars brightened.

The body of the Calamity God above had shrunken, from its lofty shape that covered a thousand miles, now it appeared sickly, and barely ten miles in length, its great body of chaos and darkness was failing, and its influence over reality was breaking apart, no matter how much power that world granted it, there were limits, and if the devouring of the Serpents had remained constant it would have had the chance to survive the ordeal.

Its weak cries now no longer held fear, but sorrow, its core which resembled a black sun was torn in two by the serpents and was devoured in a single gulp, the last of its darkness was gone, and its massive body could no longer stand in the heavens where it stood above all creation, and it fell.

From its single eye, a massive black teardrop fell and a hand appeared out of nowhere and caught the teardrop.

The hand had eight fingers that ended with sharp green claws, and it brought the tears up to a humanoid face mask with four empty eye sockets that had green flames burning within as if the mask did not cover flesh, but green fire.

"Sleep my dearest one, your cries have reached my heart and my fire has been kindled again."

The hand squeezed the teardrop until it collapsed into black smoke, "Who dares hurt my kin?"

The body of the Calamity God shuddered for a final time, and it shattered into a cloud of ashes. From within the roars, two triumphant roars emerged as two golden Ouroboros Serpents barely a mile in length emerged from within, they had down away with their flesh of stone, and this new body resembled a golden liquid than flesh, but its tenacity was a hundred times greater than the flesh of stone.

"Get over here, Worms!"

The two hands with eight fingers seized the two triumphant serpents by their neck and drew it to him. The serpents wanted to roar with fury, but the hands holding them by the neck were unshakable, and they could as well be two tiny mortal snakes held in the hands of a giant. The full figure of the being that held two Primordial Ouroboros Serpents was fully revealed. It was a relatively small figure, not even a hundred feet tall, but at the moment he grabbed the Ouroboros Serpents, although the serpents did not shrink, reality itself had been altered, and the space surrounding the arms of the figure had collapsed into itself, thereby shrinking the area the serpents occupied and ultimately making the Ouroboros Serpents appear like little snakes.

With a muscular body, cloven hoof, and green fur scattered in patches all across his body, the muscular figure with a humanoid half-skull mask that covered the top part of his face but kept the bottom open, revealing black lips with hints of sharp fangs within, he would have painted a grim figure similar to a demon, but behind it were seven large green tails like those of a fox.

He had long green hair that appeared to be filled with dirt and pieces of dead flesh congealed all through its length, as if he had just left a battlefield.

Drawing the serpents closer to his face and making the space around his hand collapse until the serpents were now as small as six-foot snakes, he grinned, showing fangs stained with old blood that reeked of foul power,

"The things you stole from my kin. That darkness that shines with such a potent glow. It is not something the likes of you deserve. Spit them out."

The serpents struggled for a while in his ever-crushing grip, helpless, a large cracking sound constantly escaping from their bodies, as all the bones in their bodies were crushed to powder repeatedly.

The creature who held the Ouroboros Serpents looked at the sky and sighed, the breath emerging from his mouth extended for a supernaturally long time as if its lungs could hold a hurricane.

It looked down at the struggling snakes in his hands and growled,

"Be quick with this act, so I can personally thank you for the grace of making this day possible. You have no idea how long I have waited for one of my kin to die, but I never wanted their darkness taken without a chance for them to speak their light to life. I am now free to wreak havoc on the guilty, but the taste that should be divine now feels like mud on my

Tongue!"

The eyes of the serpents suddenly flashed with intense fury, and their heads exploded from their bodies, as they chose to tear themselves in two rather than remain trapped.

The heads of the serpents turned in midair, mouths opened and about to sink their fangs in the arm of their attacker, but quicker than what should have been possible, the two fists closed over the heads of the serpents and crushed them.

The bodies of the Ouroboros Serpents left behind began to twitch as new heads were regrowing from the stump,

"Healing is denied to everything in my gaze. Are you so foolish, little thieves that such a wisdom was denied you from birth?"

Something that Rowan would have considered nearly impossible happened, the serpents stopped healing and their golden blood turned red, the massive gash in their skull that held nothing but golden energy transformed into flesh, and the pulsing brain within shivered before going still.

The Primordial Ouroboros Serpents were dead.

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