As one of the Original Creator's three direct kin, "He" possessed what could only be described as True Godhood—a truly indestructible spirit. Even after losing a portion of "Himself" by the Great Convergence. Even after having these retrieved parts of "Him" stolen and "His" will within destroyed. Even after "His" beat down and sealing orchestrated by the symbol of Doors "Himself ", "He" was still the Son of Chaos. Before "His" birth, no Order nor Shadows existed within anything and anyone.
Abstract, faint, rudimentary even. But "He" still retained some of "His" Symbolism.
"He" stared out, truly did as "He" emerged from the lamp as a golden haze. Before "Him", was the underlying tapestry of the Universe. Order and Shadows could be rearranged at "His" whim—even "His" peers would've no choice but to adhere to them, all while "He" stood above all. A divine Shadow towering over everything.
But this was simply a matter of perspective for the bug existing out of even the Maker's reach. The faintness of the Shadows "He" could currently manipulate, and the Order "He" could establish.
"He" hated sharing, but "He" had no say in this matter.
An indescribable sigh escaped "Him", bringing the contradictory conflict "He" oversaw to silence. It was primarily through "His" Anarchy Symbolism, one constraint by none, that "He" could do all this in spite of "His" restrictions. But even then, limits were presented. "He" could only make use of this 'little' power through a significant medium, such as the true contradiction created by the opposing forces before "Him".
The mere notion of such limits obstructing "His" way made "His" blurry silhouette vibrate uncomfortably. The Anarchy applied into the Error in all things. What a malicious combination…
"He" had been very pleased upon realising both of these wretched beings had perished miserably. But "His" glee was short-lived upon noticing the last prank played by "Him".
How disrespectful.
To put it in a way that lower level beings would understand; it was like having "His" own body parts rebel as "He" tried to reunite with them, then getting assaulted by these ungrateful pieces!
After all, how could mere Uniquenesses and Beyonder Characteristics with "His" own reforming will, resist "Him"? Worse, use "Him" for their own petty and instinctual goals!?
But this made sense. After all, "His" nascent Will unfortunately had that Fool as a roommate.
I'm a step behind. Those two, especially that one likely adapted to the change already. "His" gaze pierced even the Astral Barrier; "He" was simultaneously an invader and native, a perfect paradox for "His" existence. A planet with an endless white-mist seemed to stare back, though "It" was clearly distracted by other planets trying to peer into "Its" contents. "He" then shifted "His" attention to the Crimson Moon and the Scarlet Planet. Both seemed to evade "His" gaze.
The Son of Chaos let out another sigh as "He" retracted "His" senses, focusing only on what lay beyond. Opportunities lurked in dangerous situations. This time, "He" too would have to adapt.
…
The lull in their contradictory arrangement didn't last; their entanglement, which threatened to wrap all that exist and could exist, resumed. But a sudden change had occurred.
It had no build-up nor rapid escalation. Instead, it suddenly appeared between what "He" deemed upset "His" order—an endless Chasm of Storms. A true Storm Hell had appeared between, wrenching apart the dual opposite forces as an absolute aura of Tyranny invaded them.
Even in their shock, even in their destabilised states, both Uniquenesses shook off the Tyrant's aura with their Majesty and Authority respectively, as they reacted at once.
The pillar grew and turned ethereal, as if now supporting the world. The crown inlaid with dark gems grew to an equal size, the world around it shifting under its will. Imposing high reliefs instantly appeared on the Pillar's surface, their dictation in the language of Laws clear to even abstract concepts:
"Outside influence are to be banished this insta—"
The high reliefs blurred and revealed something else:
"Outside Influence are to be gradually restrained…"
The Pillar seemed rooted in a daze.
Similarly, the Crown had acted. It equally wished to assert itself, but in a different manner. At that very moment, its distortion blurred the Endless Storm Hell, like using gravitational lensing to peer into the deep cosmos. It fixed its attention on something. Eyes. Illusory, Brass-coloured Eyes with a deep Shadow draping them. They lurked and stared back.
The crown's intentions were abruptly exposed for all to see, and simultaneously degenerated, turning against it. The crown's half formed Divine Kingdom—its Empire, which it had planned to use for concealment to buy time—wrapped. Concealment was in fact achieved, giving the crown much needed time. However, the infinite Darkness now surrounding it shook its gems to the core. There was no escaping the Destination of All Things.
The high relief formation on the Pillar slowed to a crawl, like time itself was getting influenced. Only Its base instincts remained, and even those were deceived, or so its opponents thought.
In reality, it had already long deployed its Air-Tight Code of Law, having been wary of opportunistic cretins who will try to once more disrupt its Paradise. It was ready for more, no Weakness shall be revealed, Fantasy wasn't real, the Tyrant would be tried for "His" crimes together with Depravity, Loopholes were all accounted for, Darkness would be turned against Sun, absolutely no openings could be made into its realm, depriving the odds for a Change to occur. Everything went according to the Law.
The Son of Chaos watched all at once—the sea possessing all colours and possibilities acting as the floor for an illusory shadow with suns for eyes and two books in its arms.
"He" watched the complete delusion consuming the Justiciar Uniqueness supported by its three Hands and subjects, as its colossal form willingly jumped into an endless greyish-white fog. "He* perceived the Black Emperor Uniqueness and its three Abolitor, together with its royal court scaring themselves to Death over the Darkness.
"He" let out a sigh, looking down at the Door that was trying to form into "His" Symbolism but failed—always a step closer or too far— never quite there. Actually, "He" was quite confident in "His" chances of escaping, even though "He" couldn't maintain this state of "His" due to the current abrupt changes. But was that the right move? It didn't take Omniscience for "Him" to realise it wasn't.
"He" was unsure how much "He" had sighed since deciding to descend into this wretched planet. But "He" knew more were to escape "Him". In the Shadow of Order, time was whatever "He" decided it to be, this gave "Him" ample moments to focus on the delirious Justiciar Pillar.
The Uniqueness, already embraced by the fog changed into a golden lamp.
Substitution. A type of Substitution which could directly ignore all obstructions overseen by the unbound Shadow of Order.
The fog stilled before it resumed, consuming the lamp all while it cast its 'gaze' to the bewildered Pillar. Before the Uniqueness could fully recover, it was thrown back into a dull state by Fooling and Deceit, as endless Doors formed a boundless maze trapping it.
The region in which the Uniquenesses and their entourage stood, deep in the Astral World, fragmented and dissipated, leaving nothing.
After all, spectacles needed an end.
…
Above in Sefirah Castle, Klein reclined in his chair, straightening his back after a successful ambush and win. Truly this timeline is an interesting one…
On the long table in front of him sat the two Uniqueness he—technically they, had just acquired: The Brass Pillar that was Justiciar and the Black Crown, The Black Emperor, the likes of which immediately threaded a scenery of a certain mustache transmigrator fellow in his head. Truly fascinating… His face slightly crunched up and but alas he didn't bother the horrid imagery much.
Heh, I used to be quite wary in handling Uniquenesses. He felt a smirk take form, as a Die and the Empty space came to mind. In his past iteration, he had been careful not to displace the corrupted Trunseost Brass Book into his junkpile. Now, he had none of those reservations.
Did I miss courting Death this much? Klein turned his attention back to the two Uniqueness on the table. Fortunate to his time travel experience, Klein had no plans to keep them here. Especially being aware of massive changes this might cause to the timeline. To be honest, it's the least of my issues right now. I have already messed up this timeline enough… The real issue arises with how Solomon gained the Black Emperor Pathway. If that changes, then my plans for Fourth Epoch might suffer ruin. There is also later Turnsoest later. Quite unfortunate but fate and time demands a few sacrifices along the way; this time it was having the Fool let go of two precious resources he wouldn't see again till the end of fourth epoch.
Klein shook his head in dismay and an expression of comical sadness. Only means I must haste with these ventures. He leaned forward, propping one leg on another and extended his arm, his slender fingers gently opening up and commanding the greyish white fog. In an instant, countless mysterious symbols begin receding from Klein's fingertips just as Sefirah Castle suddenly shook and begin to churn, gathering its force around the two Uniqueness.
Even with all the abilities and authorities he had acquired, Klein recognised this was no easy task.
The countless frames of light hanging on the ceiling collapsed, the whole Sefirah Castle and a portion of the Spirit World shook violently leaking with innumerable mysterious symbols depicting order and disorder, madness and chaos, distortion and destruction, harmony and law. A sharp needle like sensation pierced Klein's head at once followed by the mad ravings of the once fallen Emperor of Error and Disorder.
A raving Klein could recognise within a heartbeat. Indeed this had sealed any loose end. Countless imageries flashed past him, ingraining themself in his dark iris. Klein heightened his focus, depicted by the intense pressure radiated on Sefirah Castle.
But suddenly the mysterious symbols and words begin to flicker, the whirling fog halted in its wake and Klein's spirituality almost triggered in an instant. But before he could have terminated the loosely formed connection, a sting travelled up his arms and caused him to recoil with considerable force while Sefirah castle for one last time suffered a tremendous shock. At once, the greyish white fog gathered around Klein's lumped body on his chair, the man groaned and exhaled heavily having not at all expected a retaliation of such magnitude. At worse failure…
Slowly he rises up and straighten himself on his chair. His little stunt had just failed spectacularly. The Sefirot resisted? Or did Celestial Worthy employed a failsafe for such situations? What Klein had just attempted to do was to use the still prominent corruption of the Sefirot as a linkage to directly peer into the Nation of Disorder and subsequently into The Western Continent. The one place on Earth Klein had no idea how was operating. Of course, all of this was done only in the safe space of Sefirah Castle.
Previously Klein had somewhat attempted to do the same with the River of Eternal Darkenes. But borrowed on limited time and the Sefirot's natural affinity towards concealment had completely killed any chance of success. At least this failure is different…
He rubbed his chin while coldly gazing at the two vibrating Uniqueness that now had small cracks on their shell. It's interesting… both the Nation of Disorder and River of Eternal Darkness have a natural inclination towards Sefirah Castle and its bearer due to convergence. The River of Eternal Darkness even attacked me when I was examining it, wanting to merge back with Sefirah Castle.
Yet this connection almost seems to be forcefully terminated both times when it's being leveraged into peering in Western Continent. I don't think Celestial Worthy would go through all that trouble, "He" is the Lord of Mysteries after all, hiding things away would be his second nature.
This only leaves the other possibility of the Sefirot forcefully terminating the connection themself. But why so? Shouldn't they be functioning on pure instincts? Yet instead of pulling the bearer of Sefirah Castle deeper, it outright rejects any intrusion even denying convergence to an extent.
Fate always finds a way, one thought formed while countless others changed. Indeed I know too little of everything still… Klein determined a second attempt would be redundant.
I wonder if maybe I was Black Emperor, the result would be different? His gaze remained fixated on the crown and pillar for quite a while until Klein finally made a decision.
The uniqueness disappeared at once and so did the entire Sefirah Castle. Klein now found himself in a field of grass adorned with the beautiful hue of crimson. He let the gentle breeze hit his face while his head turned, now facing towards a massive structure radiating the shimmer of gold and warmth.
And pierced inside, his gaze sat readily on a golden lamp holding a golden genie.