The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1985

Chapter 1985: Understanding Pain

The eyes of Asteroath that were once twin stars blazing with unmatched radiance were now dim embers. His glorious wings were gone, and only their shadows remained in the air. There was only a single feather left that drifted towards his cooling body, and Nyxara closed her fist around the falling feather.

Her hands were shaking as rage filled her to the core. She squeezed the feather, but she did not absorb it, not yet. Turning her gaze, which held sorrow and indecision, to her siblings, Nyxara did not see the Primordials they had become; instead, she saw children whose parents and their entire world saw them as curses.

The seven of them were siblings by blood, and every time their mother was giving birth to them, the moon above turned blood red and caused rain of blood and poison all through their world. This sight had driven their parents mad, and their people had cursed them, for their births always led to the deaths of millions.

It did not matter that the children were born innocent, and their talents, while dreadful, could still be harnessed for good. But they were rejected, beaten, cursed, could barely feed themselves, and every day had been an endless litany of danger and wickedness, and if Enoch had not found them, Nyxara knew that they would not have lived for another month.

Despite all of these tribulations faced by them, one single thing kept them together, and that was the knowledge that they had each other. It was a miracle that they were able to live for so long as mortals when an entire world wanted to eradicate them, and the only reason for that was their unity. Even as Primordials, they never lost this bond, and for it to be severed in this manner broke something inside Nyxara.

Beside her, Xylos trembled in demonic rage. He once thought he had lost the ability to feel pain, but he was wrong. Asteroath was not the youngest, but in spirit, he was. Brash and loud, he did everything without hesitation, and when it came to battle, he pushed himself to the front, even when he was technically a glass cannon.

Eldrithor was silent for the first time in eternity; he was chaos, yet this chaos had become almost orderly. Such was his shock that he had forgotten to please his innate nature and could only stare at the body of his brother that was slowly dispersing into ash in the arms of his sister.

They had seen more deaths than anyone in Existence, and yet they had never seen their own. If they were going to die, a part of them believed it must be by the hand of Enoch or even Eos, not Death... not this dirty beast whose function was to be their whetting stone as they prepared for the true battle ahead. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Xyris stared into futures that suddenly branched into true darkness. It was a strange thing for him to look into the future and not see the light of his brother. While it was true that he no longer had the ability to see the future, he could still speculate with near-perfect accuracy, and he no longer saw light. Where that warmth had always been and seemed forever, now there was... nothing.

Elgorath, remembering everything about his brother and wishing he could never forget, but he knew it was no longer possible. Unlike his siblings, he could still see Light, still hear his voice, and if he wanted, he could touch him, but even these memories were beginning to fade. Death had taken him away so thoroughly that not even the memories of Light remained, and from this point on, only a few would remember that Asteroath ever lived.

Vorthas, the Primordial of Life, hovered his hand over the dissipating body of his brother, and he could not sense any spark that he could fan into a greater blaze. Hearing the sound of burning, he looked at the ground, and he noticed that he was weeping tears that burned the earth.

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