I ripped up the living chains surroundings me with my nails and teeth, and I closed my eyes. “Guyer” My eyes started shining, and so I closed them. My heart began slowing down, and so I hid it. My world became pure darkness. “Don't leave a witness. Call in the-ah- general.” The steps of naked feet rumbled the ground, as my fur became charcoal and my veins became its lava. “I have no realps.” The frantic breaths of the guards surrounded me, and the bloody screams of massacred citizens filled my ears. My bloodlust ticked up to it's highest point and reality became just an entrance for the energy below…

“I said to call him! Get your fignet later Yrmal, we need assistance right now!” My muscled core squeezed and my teeth bit deep into my tongue. Blood.

I need blood.

I need flesh.

I need you all.

One of those frantic breaths disappeared into the darkness inside of me. “BROTHER-RRR!” My body spun and curved around the guards at an angle, as I took their yellow tails and tasted my meal before they entered the darkness inside. A bite at a time. “Ahehhhshabaaaaaah” The feathers clothing them entered bestial nostrils. Their blood trickling down a furrowed chest. “I-” And so, as I took their controlled lives I tasted their soft fat, their chewy noses and gave myself their essence. I know what I’m going to shape my soul for now...a typhoon of connected crimson mementos.

I take one of their wings off and drag it into my salivating mouth. Just, deliciousness…

My soul distorts as it bends and shapes into thin sheets of glass; what I’m, what I’m going to be, what I have been since a long time...a cosmic deity, conqueror upon all of existence that will stop for nothing. Dark heart...Matthew… Maliki...Areza…Noman…Yeroma...Lem...Otreal...and the many others. All against the tyrant.

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For the Le cos usurus that was quite...short. All going according to the plan. Yeah, all- fuck...it is still on isn't it? Ye.

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“OOOOTTRREEAAALL!” “Stopped screening your nickname Lem and let's go. We have been waiting at the portal. We need to go. So...where is the place. I said as I breathed in me to feel myself. “Who are you?” Lem took his feet up and shoved it down his ass, or Lem babbled on the floor, with the glory of this encounter contained as I mad love to his soul. “You can't do that...I was born before anyone of you and the laws you obey and are put upon don't apply to me. I can take any form. Any characteristics that I so may desire.

“Fuck off.”

Huh?

“FUCK OFF.”

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. You are just a simple creation, a thief that uses what it is not his. That Infinite will coursing through your veins does not belong there. It does not belong to anyone. Chaos may have made it by sacrificing his immortal soul but it is not his. Infinity wielders where not supposed to appear in this small frame of time.

Infinity wielders where supposed to be chosen when true death took hold of everyone's lives...like a poem...or like a love song...something created by what we could call your God: Existence. Yet chaos took it for himself.

Created it for himself…

Give it to me! Give it to me you...disgusting thing. GIVE IT TO ME! ALL OF IT! I had it. It is all mine. I have the body in my hand. I can consume and make him become mine. All mine...no one can beat me at will not even it's Inheritor. I will beat my father and make everything the way it's supposed to be.And so I- AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. Hhdx ei in xene become bbe know herything e bbr. Be w e s us to b+_-&-_-_________------______________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Deactivating all.

“He, he…” My host feel down on the ground, as his hands held his heart and he breathed hard. “AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH.” Souls are strange things they are the doorway of all. They are indestructible, all-powerful and things that can cause death to all...and yet they are hurt. It is not like sex. Beings that take soul form and feel each other are perfectly synchronized and have met their other true half.

Beings that defy those rules are small, even impossible to exist...but one does. His name does not matter, but he is one of the mistakes that should have been never made...but that is not a story I should tell. When the rules of souls are defied and two souls that are not made for each other feel each other in soul form... they can feel the disgust and repugnance from their act. Their minds are broken, and so is their lives.

“AAAGH!” My host cries in pain as he felt what no one is supposed to feel: having sex with something that is not for him. A kind of known rape that affects both persons negatively in the true universe. A crime that no one but those that defy the sacred rules that spawned through the centuries...even before existence.

It is disgusting.

And yet...chaos has done nothing but watch and spill tears, as he can't interfere…or at least won't until my host finds power in his sadness. A place to be. A feeling that roots you into existence. The inheritance that was born after existence was created by the old Chaos.

The inheritance of all places.

One of the most important steps towards the tyrant...not that important but extremely necessary.

...and he is still crying. I may be something artificia,l but I still feel things as I’m a tiny version of my host...I don't actually understand what that is sad. I just can't...but what I can feel is boredom.

GO.

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Ok, let's see here. We have 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 abilities, techniques, powers, knowledge and more, and I’m bored. I wonder if someone is...yeah Chaos is watching. I would go somewhere but if my host does not stop his crying I can't stabilize my system and even move.

My host stops crying and his eyes haze, as his vision goes into the deep darkness invading his soul.

Looks like Lem just went into a deep sleep. I can probably take his body for now...fuck why not?