3. Uncertain Movements

While I was cleaning and making a complex ritualistic circle, a golden portal opens, and through it the Ancient One passes.

I bow slightly to her. "Welcome, Master."

She just gives a small smile. "You don't have to be so cautious, I'm not a controlling assassin who will kill you because you don't respect me or because you could one day become a danger.

Unlike Ammit, I won't charge for a crime not committed. So please relax a bit." she says, as she surveys the ritual circle. "Only now do I see the difference between you and the old Doom. Tell me about you."

I give a slight sigh.

"I'm just a soul that was pulled into this. I had committed suicide in my reality, due to a deep depression. So I find myself trapped in this body, until a small astral fragment of the former owner informed me what happened.

With regard to my respect for the Ancient One, it is only because of what has been presented as a person from her and many others from this reality. In mine, you were heroes, who made mistakes like any other common person, but who I can still respect there, they showed their intentions.

I avoid explaining too much, because, although the Ancient One knows the many other realities, this is based only on what touches the multiverse, in this case, I am talking about the Omniverse, an even less explored and poorly understood concept.

Where I came from, you were stories told by a person, who, we believe, is a being beyond. But it was always speculation, or internet discussion. Our technology is at least 30 years behind what exists here, if we compare both years in each reality."

I clarify everything I can. First, because it's better to have her know me, and knowing that, strange as it may be, I'm not here by will, or forced my coming, and last but not least, I respected things as they should be.

"I understand." she once again gives me a reassuring smile. "But you strayed. I asked you to tell me about yourself, not your condition or where you came from, but I thank you for trusting me with something important.

But warning beforehand, don't let other people know about this, it would be catastrophic and in many cases, you would be hounded so they can extract information they feel is crucial."

I nod my head, stating that I understand.

"Thank you, and sorry. But I am, or at least was, just an ordinary person. With wishes, dreams, hopes. But who cut it short because of fear and despair.

Hoping to let the people I love have a better life, without me as an anchor, pulling them down, I killed myself. Only later did I understand that it wasn't the best choice. Even if I didn't have the strength to do something different."

She nods, understanding a little of my former condition.

"Whenever you need and want to talk, I'll be waiting for you so we can have some tea. I know what it's like to be alone, even with so many people by your side. I can at least help with that, like a friend, if you want."

"Thank you, I extend the same invitation to you. Although I can't do much, I've always been a good listener, and a better one at sincere words, or at least I think I was. Mi casa, es su casa."

We just smile at each other and focus on the ritualistic circle. A few minutes passed and I was done, so I sat down in a corner to get my body in a better state, while my mind rested too.

Fatigue, physical and mental, accumulated very quickly in my body, as my physical state was quite debilitating.

When I felt ready, I got up and walked to the center of the circle.

"Do I still call him Doom, Victor or his old name?" Eldest asks, and for some reason, there was a certain twinkle in her eyes.

"Having taken over his body, I think it would be more appropriate to call myself Victor, with regards to the name Doom, let my enemies know him as such."

"The first step towards your change has been done boy. Now it's time to take a step towards changing the container. When it's finished, I'll explain it to you." she says, seeing me with a blank face.

It was when I had reached the center of the circle, she began to speak in Sanskrit, starting the thing. A screamingly powerful energy starts to come out of the words and symbols drawn on the ground, and they run like a herd towards my body.

I don't know how it is, because I've never been hit, but if I were to express it, it would be as if an elephant, or rather a truck, had hit me squarely. But I stayed in the same place, because what that energy did was almost crush me, not push me.

Dead flesh, wrinkled skin, clotted blood, and even some diseases that this body had, were being eliminated now. It was like in the Xuanxia stories, when a putrid black slime starts to leave your body.

The only thing on my thoughts was. 'I just hope I don't have to start reciting incoherent texts to gain power.'

A mole, a mark that looked like a burn, was on my arm. I never saw her there, but she existed. At the time, looking closely at it, I understood what it was.

The previous Doom, in order to access magic, made a pact with Haazareth Three, a smaller entity, from a smaller dimension, who was Mephisto's assholes, or not, I don't know. It was of a smaller dimension, but it belonged to hell.

I watched, as the mark began to fade, just as much of my magic seemed to have been sucked out. My vision darkens, and a light invades my vision at the same time.

It felt like right now, my body was in limbo. Okay, wrong expression, it felt like I was in space, wandering aimlessly, but I could see it, as if they were small planets, each one with its color or peculiarity.

For each one that looked, it seemed that their name appeared in my mind, at the same time I understood, these were not planets, but separate dimensions that are part of the whole.

Dimension of flames, dimension of shadows, dimension of darkness, dimension of darkness, dimension of water, light, cold, thunder. Each concept was determined, even the closest ones, as if supporting each other.

I let myself wander, it was uncertain, but if it worked out, I would gain a lot. I looked from side to side until I found it. When I wanted, indeed thought, to approach, I felt my body being pulled towards him.