Onwards to Godhood

"Good luck, Mimir," I whispered.

Drawing close to Mimir, I bit the tip of my finger, applying a bit of Qi to my teeth so that I could break the skin. I marked Mimirs forehead.

Watching the drop of blood turn into my crest upon his forehead, I leaped out of the circle, landing close to my throne.

"Is this safe?" He asked as final words.

"yes, with minor dangers," I lied, hiding the smile behind a mask of solidarity.

Pointing my finger towards him, a shimmer of black light that consumed the light bathing my throne room shone from my crest upon the ground and on Mimir's head.

Exploding out with all my Qi, my lips grew pale, and my body began to wither and thrive in an endless loop of life and death. The crest within my view tore out all my qi and false divinity I had collected.

Twisting the nature of reality around me, I gritted my teeth as an unbearable torment plagued my body. Like acid had begun to melt my skin, my withering skin would burn, only to heal, which on its own was a torment. It was akin to someone skinning me alive.

Hours had begun to pass, like a fleeting dream, as I remained stuck in a torment of my creation; however, before my eyes was a small man-size cacoon of pure darkness. And within the darkness was Mimir seemingly wrapped in mothers embrace.

Falling to my knees, a time of peace finally arrived. "Damn, that was brutal. It really took everything, thank God, I took a lot of souls, else I may have died."

Rising to my feet, I staggered into my throne, only for a sweet voice to enter my ear, "Not yet, you still got me."

Twitching my brow, I had almost wished to cry. "Oh, chin up. I brought some gifts for you." Said Freya appearing at my side with a seductive smile.

Pulling out an odd shape stone cube with chunks missing, she tossed it to me, "This is called the Orb of Sacrifice. It is a focus I use in order to cast powerful rituals. Each time it is used, it deteriorates, but the ritual you perform gains a hundredfold increase in power."

"Sounds a bit too good to be true," I weakly muttered, although I was pretty shaken to know such a thing existed. Although I think Devils have something similar, but it's a lot darker in nature.

"Use it when becoming a God. It will help you push past that barrier. But I want it back afterward; you have no idea how much such a thing like that costs. Even those damn founders in Nox can't just get them."

Holding onto the cube brittle to the touch, Freya nodded and hovered over to the cacoon of Mimir. Falling to her feet, she glanced at me with expectation.

"I hate how fast I recover. " Pulling close to Freya from off of my throne, I could only thank the stars. I didn't have to draw the crest on the ground again as it was still there glowing with a bit of radiance.

Following the same steps I preform on Mimir, I did the same thing to Freya and took a step back out of the circle.

She stared at me with a bit of longing and smiled, "See you soon," She whispered before sitting in the lotus position.

Storming my palace with all my power, I activated my Qi and False Divinity once more.

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"Screw Mimir, and Screw Freya... Screw her literally." I barked, laying helplessly upon my throne without any breath. "This is Hell."

"you sound like a little bitch. Get over it." Said Aegis.

Not even having the energy to call this bastard anything, I rested upon my blackened throne till the stars in the heaven began to shone and blistered through my palace.

Not feeling like moving even when I did recover, I merely sat in silence, holding my gaze upon the two cacoons pulsing with the Qi of Abyssal Night.

"I wish to say this will get easier, but after hearing everything about godhood, I will definitely say it will not. Thank God Aldrich is paying whatever price was needed."

"You just love angering people, don't you?" The honey doe voice of Lilith suddenly uttered, surprising me.

Shifting past my circle to the entrance. My eyes crossed with a sea of amethyst. "When did you get here?"

"I saw the formation in the guest room. So I teleported here on my own. When its night time in Midgard, its day time on Alos. You were gone for quite a while, you know." She mentioned, walking around the cacoons in my throne room.

"It's good that you are here," I stated, not wishing to rise off my thone, "I am about to perform the Naming Ritual. Want to stand guard as I do?"

"Do you need to ask?" she replied, stepping up to my throne. Lilith suddenly yanked me out of my seat. "There. Now you look ready!"

Glaring at her angrily, I pursed my lips. "How many planets do you think those demons claimed?"

"Few hundred, maybe more."

Arching my lips, I could not help but agree. But I also knew most of these people on those planets would be dead. Demons are not the nicest people.

Taking to the skies, I pulled Lilith out to the City of Aze. Marveling of the inferno of despair, she smiled, "Now, this brings back memories. Ready to make it yours?"

I chuckled, arching my hands to the skies; my crest once again appeared, showering the skies with its heavenly might; a gleam of almighty pressure began to emanate off into the void stirring the hearts of anyone who gazed upon it.

Covering all of Aze with its shadow, Lilith waved her hands and covered my crest with hers. "I don't like waiting, so let's just take all of Midgard all at once."

Dimming the stars in the night skies. Lilith's crest fused into mine, causing it to stretch almost infinity and out into the vast expanse.

Smiling at the impatient little wife, I pulled out the Orb of Sacrifice and placed it at the center of our crest alongside Noctem, pulsing with my heartbeat.

"Time to become a God."