The Primordial Record

Rowan cocked his head, he was silent for a brief moment before he replied, "Hold on to those for a moment longer, the time I need them would not be for long."

The Chaos Door looked at Rowan suspiciously, there were many things that had happened in this realm that made him reconsider their previous bargain, perhaps he might gain more than he already had.

His green eyes glinting with cunning, Labaletai stretched his head from the door, his neck elongating until his head came to stop by Rowan's side, he wanted to say something but he hesitated, memories of what Rowan had done to him in the past bringing up new pains, this creature was a terrifying monster, but still he might just be vulnerable, the Chaos Door decided he needed to test the waters first, and he looked at the billions of Blood Bound and muttered to himself, knowing Rowan would still hear him,

"You have been in this world for less than a million years and already you have spread your bloodline so widely? Jeez… here I thought I was the horny one. You never even gave them a name, they are just slaves, damn Rowan, I am cold, but even this is too much for me."

"You have no idea," Rowan smiled, his voice was incredibly cold, "Tell me Labaletai, how long have you been working with these Blood Slaves."

The Chaos Door coughed, suddenly thinking that he was playing a very dangerous game and his life and death hung on every word he said, "Who says I have been working with them? I was simply observing them, they are quite fascinating, these groups of mortals that hold a trace of your blood, there is great chaos inside of them."

Rowan's eyes shifted to the side, his gaze fixed on the eyes of Labaletai, and when the Chaos Door peered into the eyes of this mortal body of Rowan that resembled a black void filled with millions of golden stars that appeared to be in a constant state of birth and renewal, the Chaos Door shivered, before coughing and looking to the side,

"You told me that in the near future, you would be expecting my presence inside Doom Star, and after taking great pains to enter this fucked up realm, I never expected to be kept waiting for nearly a million years, I heard of the battle you fought against the Will of this realm, and if you did not leave traces behind I will never have believed that anyone except a Primordial would draw the attention of such a realm, but I guess you are you…hehe," the Chaos door chuckled nervously before continuing his speech under the relentless gaze of Rowan,

"And so I searched for your traces, I knew someone like you must always have a plan, and these were all I could find, these Blood Bounds, so I… interacted with them, I made no moves against your interest, I just spoke to them about some few things."

The Chaos Door looked at Rowan who remained silent, and to his horror he could not look away from Rowan's eyes, his body shook intensely, but he was helpless, even knowing that this body before him here was mortal, and was perhaps just a pawn Rowan was using while his real self hidden from this realm's eye, he could not move, finally, Rowan looked away, and the Chaos Door internally sighed with relief.

Rowan's voice made him panic once more,

"If this is the case, then for your sake I hope I don't find anything more. I have been tested enough in this realm and my tolerance for the inane should not be tested. Now, be silent, let me work. I have only a few seconds here lest I draw the attention of this realm's Will."

The head of the Chaos Door shrank back until it was flush against its frame, and even his size was reduced until it was as small as a book.

Among the frozen group of Blood Slaves, Rowan's eyes tracked a nondescript man, he was average in every instance, his armor was not shabby or great, just serviceable, his bearing had no hint of authority, and if he entered a crowd, he would be lost inside of it, but it was this average man that created the Blood Slaves, Jerediah.

It was only when you looked into the eyes of Jerediah that you could see a hint of the monster that he was inside because his eyes were empty. Like a puppet who mimicked all the forms of life yet lacked the understanding of what it was doing. Some people were born with a hole in their soul, one that no matter what they did they could not fill, Jerediah was born with a massive void, and every moment for him was torture.

Inside those eyes was a single wish, it was to bring that darkness that had been with him for so long into the world so that everyone could share in it. Finally, he would not be alone. Rowan recognized the truth of who Jerediah was by looking into his eyes. This was something he found familiar, dealing with monsters.

Rowan drew the Ascendant to him and placed him a few hundred feet away, it was possible to notice a slight stream of black smoke and Aura beginning to emerge very slowly from the eyes and fingers of Jerediah, and his skin was beginning to crack open as if he was a moth trying to break out of a cocoon.

Although an Ascendant, his unique nature as a Blood Bound meant if Jerediah wanted he could easily wear his flesh and most of the time, he stayed in this state, he gained no pleasure in the envious eyes of others if they saw his Ascendant form, and he stayed this way so he could be as non-descriptive as possible, it was easier to drive the dagger in the back if you were not regarded as a threat.

To wear a fleshy body was also something other Ascendants could do if they wanted, but the result would always end up being unnatural and stiff, their nature as Ascendants made it difficult to take the guise of flesh for long before it collapses, unlike Jerediah who could remain in this body for centuries before he renewed it.

Time might have appeared to be standing still, but this was only Rowan's perception, the moment Rowan announced himself, Jerediah knew that something was wrong, after all, he heard the shocking words and had been wrenched from his previous position where he was trying to break into this treasure.

Although he was erupting with power to tear out his fragile mortal flesh and face whoever was against him, to Rowan, he was too slow, and so while Jerediah was unleashing his strength, Rowan pierced his brains with a single finger.

Wearing his flesh made him vulnerable to Rowan's manipulation, perhaps if he had been in his Ascendant form, it would have been harder for Rowan to detain him, as it was now, Rowan easily found the source of his power and locked it behind a Bloodline Gate.

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