In that moment, time stopped itself from being real. Notably, it had made itself present in the mental space of Basil.
To his surprise, he found the nine white headed dragons in all his splendor, getting his third spirit.
Wow! This is the patrimony of the dragon race... This is the beginning of logic in destruction. Mountains worship me. The only one who remains is me. To be alive, I would need to show them what it means to be alive. I'm vitality in the cosmos of logic. Dear me! You will regret it. Betray me! You betray yourself? NOT. You set yourself aside, losing yourself in darkness. The moon raises upwards towards glory— I am that glory. Basil said in a savage quick tone, making time to show up for the uniqueness of life.
That made him wonder how he could use the new spirit.
As he said this, he activated his spirit, showing a display of nine horns on his head along with white scales around his body, making him grow up to 19 feet.
Husband? You've got a tail. I didn't know you could transform. Let me hold it.... Oh it's sensitive like mine. As she did this, his white tail created a destructive environment in the cave. It could be observed as a way to contain his rage inside, which lead him to destroy the inner space of the cave in the dimension of space and time at the reach of his claws
She was taken aback by the legendary figure of her husband. Dragons are a rare race in the universe, especially when we talk about white dragons with cosmic bloodlines. In those terms, it could be debated that they needed assertiveness to identify it.
For her, a dragon was not just a menace, it was a cause to fear life itself. These dragon would claim succubi for their fun and then kill them for fun. They would sow their seed first so they use this reason for what they can actually do in the rhythm of fate. It had begun with their Ashlee and how her relation how the king of hell was: the very incarnation of devil, mara, yama, Naraka/Diyu, Annwn, Niflheim/Helheim, hades, Irkalla, Ereshkigal, Duat, even Princes of Hell and the arts goetia.
Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human. It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light. ...
The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis. ...
I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest.
This is what it meant to live with in hell and other multiverses.
Wife? You should be careful... I don't wanna hurt you. This is my new form. This is a Logos spirit that has been reduced to a nebula level. I guess I should do something about it. If I do it well, then it should be enough for me to tame the galaxy for me to be the king of the galaxy. Easily, I could do it. But I would need to kill endless creatures. That's not how my mom raised me. Or would you love me that way, knowing that I slaughtered reality?
As he said this, she hugged him in a loving embrace. It seemed to her that he was exaggerating. To her, it was just a matter of time for him to become the emperor of the universe.
I will always love you and remain with you unless I die. You will always be my husband. No! You're my everything and nothing. I only care about you... Please! Let me have your baby! Keyla said with teary eyes, crying in despair.
Oh come on! I'm serious about it... Don't cry, my cry baby wife. I need you. You're my everything as well. Don't worry about it we will figure it out together. As you can see, you are the only one I took from hell. I will impregnate you at the moment I get to singularity. Don't worry.
Initially, he thought he could hide it from the high commands of the universe. His soul had been tracked by the singularity. But all of a sudden, it was not there.
The universe had a part of the singularity, which was the darkness part of it.
Feeding the fates of humans with lies is my task. Hmm.... You don't need to be there... Wait! It is no longer there. There should be something going wrong I cannot believe it. Just wait! You will see who I am. Reality mistake. It gotta be that clan. A faceless entity could be seen speaking out of the universe.
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Demiurge, in philosophy, a subordinate god who fashions and arranges the physical world to make it conform to a rational and eternal ideal. Plato adapted the term, which in ancient Greece had originally been the ordinary word for "craftsman," or "artisan" (broadly interpreted to include not only manual workers but also heralds, soothsayers, and physicians), and which in the 5th century bc had come to designate certain magistrates or elected officials.