Ouroboros was the only one who had witnessed the True Creator's descent into madness. In the beginning, the True Creator was far less insane than at the end of the Fifth Epoch. Back then, though half-mad, He could still control Himself most of the time, retaining the side that the Angel of Fate knew well. Otherwise, He could not have allied with Solomon or become a true god of the Solomon Empire.
But as His followers dwindled and old friends fell, the True Creator's anchors grew fewer, and He tilted ever further toward madness until clarity was lost entirely.
Ouroboros had seen it all yet lacked the power to stop it. He could only pray to his Lord, to fate itself, hoping things would take a turn for the better... that one day, the True Creator might regain His sanity and return to the familiar figure Ouroboros knew.
At times, Ouroboros hated himself and questioned fate. As the Angel of Fate, he was powerless to alter the destinies of those around him, reduced to a helpless bystander in the whirlpool of fate.
Fate seemed to favor him, letting him survive from the Second Epoch to now, yet it also felt like a cruel jest, casting him as a powerless observer.
Sasrir listened quietly, watching Ouroboros' expression... a mix of sorrow and self-blame. Sighing, he said, "This isn't your fault, Ouroboros."
He reached out, placing a hand on Ouroboros' head. "I'm here now. Things are already moving in a better direction, so don't be afraid, Ouroboros."
Sasrir could see the fear hidden beneath Ouroboros' joy. Having endured so much, losing nearly everything he once held dear in the face of endless fate, Ouroboros was understandably hesitant. Even now, with things improving, he couldn't help but fear this was another of fate's cruel tricks... dreading that he might gain only to lose it all again.
Ouroboros was never aloof. Though he seemed reserved and his humanity wasn't as vibrant, he deeply cherished what he had. But as the Angel of Fate, he struggled to express his emotions, often resorting to silence or expressing himself through things like murals.
Sasrir understood Ouroboros. He knew this child who had followed him since youth so well that, while comforting him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
Sasrir had thought Ouroboros was doing alright, but now he saw that this "alright" was merely a facade.
"Big Snake, I never knew you were such a coward! Don't embarrass our Lord, alright?" Medici spoke up, his words laced with sarcasm but his tone softer. Looking at Ouroboros, he said, "Here's a truth: if fate tries to mess with you, give it a couple of slaps. Don't just kneel there praying or hide in a corner crying... that's useless!"
Ouroboros tilted his head, not angered. Even if he wasn't the sharpest, he understood Medici was trying to comfort him. He looked at Medici earnestly and said, "Thank you, Medici."
"Tch!" Medici let out a soft scoff, then glanced at Alaric, who was munching on seeds like a spectator. "And even if you don't trust us, you've gotta trust the sheer audacity of a certain unscrupulous lamppost. Fate's just a clown in front of him."
Alaric, who had somehow produced a handful of seeds to snack on, raised his eyes to Medici and quirked a brow. "Is that a compliment or an insult?"
"Just stating facts," Medici said, utterly unapologetic. He even stretched out a hand toward Alaric. "Gimme an apple."
"Why don't you just call yourself the Angel of Apple from now on?" Alaric rolled his eyes but tossed an apple from his pocket dimension to Medici. He then turned to the others. "Anyone else want something to eat?"
"Uh, no thanks," Sasrir said, clearly caught off guard by the scene and shaking his head.
"I'd like some seeds," Adam said, stating his preference. In the past, he'd have declined, but now, as he worked to reclaim his humanity, he opted for a more down-to-earth approach.
Alaric generously pulled a bag of seeds from his pocket dimension and handed it to Adam. Then he looked at Ouroboros. "You want anything? Speak up... I've got plenty of food in my space, if nothing else."
Ouroboros thought seriously for a few seconds before saying, "I'd like some ice cream."
Alaric gave him an odd look, chuckling. "You Mercury Serpents sure have similar tastes."
Teasing aside, Alaric deftly produced a triple-scoop ice cream and handed it to Ouroboros. He carried such things mainly for Will's sake.
Soon, everyone except Sasrir was holding food. If not for the eerie atmosphere of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, they might have looked like a group of young friends out on a picnic.
Ouroboros, whose mood had been low, seemed to recover his calm after the comfort and the distraction of food. After a couple of bites of ice cream, he suddenly remembered something and looked at the group. "The Lord is waiting for you."
"Then let's go see Him!" Alaric said, munching on seeds and making the call.
Following Ouroboros' lead, the group soon reached the True Creator.
"You seem to be in decent shape," Alaric remarked, raising a brow. He observed the True Creator, shrouded in a hooded cloak, blending almost seamlessly with the surrounding shadows. His aura was far calmer than during their last meeting.
"Sasrir is my best anchor," The True Creator's voice came from beneath the hood, free of the maddening whispers that once tainted His words. He sounded like an ordinary person speaking.
This change made Alaric raise his brow again. He knew well that, previously, the True Creator's words carried pollution despite His intentions... a sign of His lack of control. This improvement was significant.
"So that's why the Sun God was so quick to agree… He's still got the upper hand," Alaric mused, rubbing his chin. His expression showed no surprise.
"It's a choice that benefits us all. And Sasrir is quite useful, isn't he?" The True Creator said, not denying it. He even cracked a small joke.
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Hi guys, I just wanted to let you know that the rewrite for the Supreme Overlord project is officially ongoing now. If you want to read it, feel free to check out my second account.
Since this account got shadowbanned and I can't really interact with anything anymore, I decided to upload it on my second account instead: Elenea. (I'll leave a comment under this post so it's easier for you guys to find my second account.)
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[Father of the Evil Gods]
Synopsis:
In Zoroastrianism, the Mother of the Evil Gods is the source of all sin and darkness!
It is said that she created the Six Archdemons: Malice, Chaos, Aging, Betrayal, Weakness, and Destruction!
After obtaining the Authority of the Mother of the Evil Gods in the Little Garden, Saigou became the Supreme Being in the world of Overlord;
Surrounded by the Overlord, the Witch of the Void, the Archon of Teyvat, the Sage of Gensokyo, the Satan of DxD, and the Creator of the Demon Pillars;
Saigou was certain that he had firmly established his name as the Evil God;
And so, he must shout at the top of his lungs - God is dead!
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