Death...In the long forgotten times, the concept of death did not exist .
After all it was a creation of the Shadow God, for which he was hated by all ; for it was a 'Curse" on existence as if mocking it.
No being was exempt from it.
The mighty gods were dead , including shadow God as the greatest example of its dread.
Yet it did not held absolute.
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"The Gods were dead , yet they gave their blessings"
The shadow realm lay beneath the underworld , once a separated divine realm , now pulled by the void god to become a part of his dream realm.
Black dunes marked its soil and storms of essence raged in its sky .
Then something appeared within it , a sphere made of Shadows enchanting obisidian radiance . It's presence alone caused the shadows of the entire realm to deepen.
The realm of Shadows itself seemed to welcome it as the storms of essence stopped for a brief and the great passage of shades in their last journey seemed to halt.
It was the shadow's gods full legacy , a great blessing to whoever being was going to recieve it . Empowered by a shimmer of his greater will.
Then it suddenly moved, moving toward the war realm that had stood as the last efidice of the flame.
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The world was enshrined in white hailing snowstorm. Extreme unimaginable cold permeated the air.
A flesh body was freezing in the snow , no breathing , no effort from it anymore.
For it was dead.
No ; if one had the medium , they could look at a pitiful fragile soul dissipating in sparks of golden essence. Not Even a full second had passed since it became unconscious, poised to dissappear in less than a moment.
There was something more , shadows, four shadows lingered in silence mourning the fallen hero, doomed to depart in a last silent journey to the shadow realm .
It was only a scene of pity if one could imagine it.
But the silent space seemed to Crack, a ripple appeared in the white world.
What followed was a Crack, a tear on existence itself seemed to manifest into the world.
At a glance it may seem like a high category nightmare gate , but it was no such thing.
Instead of nightmare creatures came something else.
Shadows bloomed in their ancient premieval dance as it descended.
It was the god of Shadow's blessing , his godly will , his last legacy and his lineage.
As if found the end of its journey , the sphere of Shadows descended upon the freezing body as the scar on the world healed itself.
The Will of the God of death seemed to act on the dying soul . The dissipation stopped; bound to the world by an unimaginable will.
It was only a shimmer of will the shadow God had left with his legacy , but it was unimaginable and powerful enough to still wield the laws of the world itself.
Then the sphere made its way into the now cracked and decimated soul sea.
The four obisidian suns were now imbued with cracks ,essence chaotically leaking out of them .
There , the shades of the myriad beings still stood silently , awaiting the call of their master that would one day manifest them into the world even in this condition.
Just As the legacy and blessing of the Shadow God seemed to manifest in the dilapated soul sea.
The lineage of a Daemon, a part of the forgotten god seemed to ignite in the highest of its fury.
Weaver's lineage also appeared in the fractured soul sea , poised to take down the invader even if it's host had died , It's dilapated soul now held in shape by the will of the Shadow God , at its mercy.
The Weaver's mask a Divine Memory of the seventh tier that resided in the same soul sea also seemed to come to life at beckon of its creator's legacy , determined to fight the shadow's God's legacy.
But that was not it.
An obisidan lantern seemed to shimmer in its eternal glory. It was also a Divine Memory, created by the shadow God. The invading tendrils of the god's blessing seemed to merge with it to contend against the lineage of the ominous daemon.
The already dissipating soul saw clash of two divine lineages lineages under the banner of two divine memories , a war to decide who would prevail over the dead being .
No ascended soul, especially in such a fragile state was supposed was to see these clashes and not instantly shatter.
But the shadow gods will , even a shimmer was enough to keep it held forcing the laws of the world not to erase it , constantly mending the battering soul . If the being was alive enough to be concious , the pain would've been unimaginable.
But the Daemon's lineage was incomplete , It's supbar legacy broken against the shadow's gods. For destiny had rewritten itself.
The incomplete lineage lost control to the complete one. Retreating and taking shed in the beings blood and bones where it had originally resided. Persistently waiting for a new master to come take it. And make it whole with its other parts.
The shadows God's legacy had prevailed. But it's prize seemed even deader than before .
The shadow cores were now all but a sphere , the blessing and the godly will exerting their all, to even keeping them in shape.
A human being is composed of a Mortal vessel, a soul , a shadow as its death , and a spirit keeping it all togeather.
Sunless , formerly holding the true Name ' Lost From Light ' lost by the sinister plan of the Shadow God. Was by essence be called a divine shadow but in true form , he was only a human wielding four shadows as it's helpers.
His body , the vessel was now unusable , dead in any function and plagued by the legacy of the Daemon of Fate and lies.
The spirit dissipated with the being's death.
What remained was thus the forced soul and the four shadows.
The shimmer of Godly will could only last so much , now on its last leg before it dissipated along with the soul .
So a new conduit was needed which would held the soul togeather and form a new spirit.
The concious will called upon the four shadows that resided in physical form outside the Mortal vessel .
A sucked force emerged , bringing them into Sunny's soul sea .
If Sunny was alive enough and concious , this would have been an golden opportunity to form avatars to manifest himself into the world .
Maybe even learning more about his origin essence opening the gate to natural transcendence or even achieve it in one go.
But alas , he was dead enough after all without a spirit to respond.
As the Four shadows looked around the soul , storms of shadow Essence came from shadow God's legacy . No other legacy would give this much . But this legacy was different , a special one to act on Shadow God's unknown plan.
The storms of shadow Essence healed the four tattered clothes and formed three new ones .
So three new shadows appeared beside the four startling them . These knew shadows took their interests as they interacted in myriad of gestures but destiny had other plans for them.
The beckon of the legacy's will took their notice.
Suddenly the seven shadows permeated in a gloomy mood , just like how the gloomy shadow always was. They knew their purpose now , the purpose of forming the three new cores.
Since Sunny did not wield a spirit anymore, so he could not find a way to manifest himself and save his soul , so a new vessel needed to created,a shadow vessel born from the merging of the seven whole shadows.To birth a new creature into existence.
They will lose themselves in this process , but despite all that , no one wanted to refuse the process, after all their existence itself was because of that one single being , whom now lay broken. Their sacrifice his only chance of continuing existence.
They all looked at each other in silence . . With a last solemn look and a glint of hope and happiness , they were pulled by a godly will .
Godly essence was drawn upon this creation . The seven shadows were deformed , defiled , melted and welded to create a new being. The shadow God's perfect being. The perfect shadow.
Lost of its weaknesses that shadow God himself possessed.
That day , a human once called sunless perished , yet another creature was born.
A true shadow creature welded by godly will and essence.
The shadow God's gods blessing had done its work , yet no knew whether it was a truly a blessing or an unwillingly eternal curse of 'Doom'.
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Had to full on narration here gg, if you were wondering Why it took fr*aking 2 weeks , It's because writing this chapter was difficult. Had to work out on the lore and stuff.
Also if you're also wondering I killed a character , did melody drama amd revive it in three chapters. About that....
You'll see....