Chapter 12

"Do you wish to kill?"

"I don't know why I'm here."

"Let me show you."

The scene before him was akin to some sort of vision. Knowledge filled his mind.

An obsidian knife in his hands, Makoto knew what he had to do. A lamb perched on an altar weakly ba'a'd. It's cries grew faint.

He understood the meaning of this scripture somewhat. There were many profound and occult truths of death, sacrifice, and demonic arts.

By sacrificing the innocent, he would make a sacrifice. Though outside forces would bestow him power, they would also take in exchange parts of his mind.

He could also bring forth the brutality of his soul. He would turn into a bloodthirsty Asura.

He could nurture demonic spirits, or even become an idol.

There were many horrific methods to obtaining power through evil means, but this tome connected them all in a way that seemed compatible with himself.

He was suddenly filled with bloodthirsty rage. All sorts of demonic scriptures flicked through his mind. He wanted to cut the lamb on the stone, but he was conflicted and confused. He remembered something important.

"For whom should I kill?"

Nagatha popped behind him to say,

"Is there anything you valued?"

Makoto thought about it. He loved alone, exploring to survive. He didn't have time to treasure anything, nor did he have anything to treasure.

"Who AM I?"

Nagatha pondered something. He decided to tell Makoto, "if you wish to know your origins beyond reincarnation, there is a place you can go."

"Where?"

"The chaos pool exists outside time and space, and yet, it births all things according to the laws of a universe, which are unique."

He then further explained,

"I had always thought if you were to escape the cycle of reincarnation, it would involve reaching the place outside the pool."