Sir Ruk turned to Lord Blasphemy, his voice trembling despite his effort to sound resolute.
"My Lord, I beg you, do justice. He broke the promise he made to me. Please, aid your devotee. Grant me what I am owed."
Lord Blasphemy's lips curled into a disSir Ruk turned to Lord Blasphemy, his voice trembling despite his effort to sound resolute.
"My Lord, I beg you, do justice. He broke the promise he made to me. Please, aid your devotee. Grant me what I am owed."
Lord Blasphemy's lips curled into a disdainful smile.
"Deserve?" he scoffed. "I see nothing in you worthy of what you seek. And justice-" he paused, eyes glinting with contempt-, "I am not here to dispense justice. I am here to guide the childlike deity standing before you."
He extended his hand toward Jahad.
"We're already late to visit Lady Raya," he said lightly. "You remember his final words, don't you?"
"Yes... yes, I remember," Jahad replied, loyalty ringing clearly in his voice.
Jahad took Lord Blasphemy's hand.
The moment their palms met, their forms began to fade, as though an unseen eraser were passing over a sketch. Lines vanishing, edges dissolving into nothing. In the next heartbeat, they were gone.
Only Sir Ruk remained, standing alone in the emptied world, his curses swallowed by a silence that refused to answer.
On the other side, they're gliding in a never ending kaleidoscope tunner made of light and colors. Prismatic currents was folding into one another, as though reality itself were breathing. From the tunnel's walls, strange entities were piercing through-forms that defied all laws of physics, their shapes impossible to grasp. They are almost impossible to comprehend. Even for a deity
Somewhere far away, a faint ring of a bell can be heard, giving slow and distant echo, wrapping the atmosphere in an eerie calm.
Then suddenly, the motion shifted. The glide became a fall.
Their speed surged, light stretching and screaming past them-yet their faces showed no fear.
Suddenly, everything came to a halt. The rushing world folded in on itself, and in their place rose a mansion made of paper, and delicate walls layered like pages, corridors creased with silent words.
Jahad stared at it, his voice distant.
"What is this place?"
"First," Lord Blasphemy said, fixing him with an unblinking gaze, "tell me what you know so far."
Jahad shrugged lightly. "Not much. I know about the Grand War. And I know some of you. Lord Noctis told me about these things." His tone was almost innocent.
Lord Blasphemy tilted his head. "And how old are you?"
"Three days."
"Three days... three," the Lord murmured, brows knitting together. "Then how did you manage to deceive Ruk if you're only three days old?"
"That was my elder brother," Jahad replied calmly. "We share the same name."
Lord Blasphemy listened as Jahad continued, his voice steady.
"When Master came to Earth to fulfill the challenge, my brother was separated from him. They met again after twenty-two years. My brother remained as Ruk's devotee for five long years before their reunion. That's all I know."
"Then where is your brother now?" Lord Blasphemy asked casually.
"Master sent him on a quest," Jahad replied politely. "I know nothing beyond that. They didn't tell me."
Lord Blasphemy let out a slow sigh.
"Whatever."
"Sir," Jahad said with quiet courtesy, "would you mind telling me something about the present state of this world? As you can see, I know almost nothing."
Lord Blasphemy released another slow sigh. His gaze lingered on him for a moment before he spoke.
"Do you have any idea," he asked calmly, "just how powerful a weapon you two brothers are?"
"Huh?" Jahad blinked, momentarily caught off guard.
"Very well," Lord Blasphemy slowly exhaled and said . "I will explain you everything."
He paused for a moment, then said, "There are other realms beyond this world. And the gateway to them lies within the mind itself, through what you call the pineal gland."
"I already know that much," Jahad said calmly.
Lord Blasphemy's gave Jahad a hard gaze, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "Then stop being impatient, little one, and let me finish."
He continued, his voice settling into a measured cadence. "There are certain plants and creatures that contain substances your people call psychedelics. When consumed, they can guide consciousness beyond the physical realm. Such substances are found only in the physical worlds. Earth possesses a few... though far fewer than it believes."
He took a step forward. "The higher realms do not obey the laws that bind flesh, matter, and time. To grow and to enjoy there, one must discover and master relics."
"Relics?" Jahad asked softly.
"Anything," Lord Blasphemy replied. "An object. A concept. A creature. A plant. A random soul. Any entity. Even a quale. Relics possess will of their own. Without a contract, or their own will, they will resist you. And when they do, you are left with only one choice, domination. you have to enslave them to your will"
His eyes narrowed. "Remember this: every world is interconnected, yet in each, energy, matter, and souls function differently. You cannot simply carry the essence of one world into another. There are exceptions... but they are rare. and depends on fate."
Jahad absorbed the words in silence, then nodded once.
"Understood."
"Do you understand," Lord Blasphemy asked softly, "what you truly are?"
As the question lingered,Intricate patterns began to bloom across the surface of the paper walls, folding into one another like living sigils. The walls themselves twisted and reshaped a little, their forms warping as colors bled from them and dripped away, as if reality were shedding its skin.
"Who... am I?" Jahad murmured, almost to himself. "What am I? What do you mean?"
"You were forged from a relic created by Noctis," Lord Blasphemy replied. "You are not born-you are made. A constructed being, blessed with power so immense that even gods would tremble before it. This has nothing to do with flesh. Your body is merely a vessel, what you would call a high-grade HI Suit, a Humanoid Intelligence android. What truly matters are the delicate, impossibly complex patterns of your soul."
He paused, his gaze sharpening.
"You and your elder brother are likely the same. You simply change vessels. That is why your memories are erased each time. And because you are a divine existence, you are mature from the moment you come into being."
The words struck like thunder.
Jahad staggered back slightly, his breath hitching. "What the fuck?"
At that instant, the world folded.
They landed gently on a wide, open farm. The sky above was vast and clear, stretching endlessly. Green grass rolled in every direction, dotted with grazing cows-unreal, unguarded by fences or walls. At the center of the land stood a colossal fig tree, its shadow pooling beneath it like a quiet promise.
"We should walk a little," Lord Blasphemy said, gesturing toward the towering tree.
Jahad said nothing and simply followed.
"Do you know, Jahad, what Ruk's authorities truly are?" The Lord asked, his gaze fixed on Jahad.
"I...I don't," Jahad replied honestly.
"He possesses the power to nullify any authority within his domain. Inside it, his words are absolute law." A faint hint of mischief curved the lord's lips. "And do you know what his domain is?"
Jahad froze. "No-wait... Earth?" His voice trembled with disbelief.
"Yes. Exactly." The Lord nodded. "He is the current ruler of Earth and would have remained so uninterrupted had Noctis not seized leadership for those three brief years."