"Halowyrita."
"Of course. She was jealous of you having a son with another person, so she instructed me to kill him off."
"But I think killing such a talent off was stupid."
"So I opted for division to further strengthen us, Knulls."
"And can you guess who gave me the manual to be able to conjoin Ryuk’s severed parts with your Generals?" Knull asked, watching as The’vorgath’s devilish claw folded.
"Halowyrita."
"But can you believe it, Theth’Vorgath?"
"That against such overwhelming odds, Ryuk fought it all back, starting with nothing but a heart, lung, and incomplete brain, from a lower world?" he said, the anger in his eyes pausing.
"He has destroyed six of the seven Calamities, gaining back everything taken away from him and even killing all of the Ancient Elders that took you down," he said.
Theth’Vorgath was left in shock.
"Do not mistake my words for me trying to make you feel proud; I said it so you can have an inkling of his pain right now."
"Pain?"
"All he had to go through, from only a heart and lungs to this level, from the lowest of the lower realms to here."
"All just to find out everything he had been fighting for was a lie, and all of his misfortune came from your simple failure to keep the jealousy of your lovers in check."
"Can you imagine that pain, Theth’Vorgath?"
"That type of pain that turns even the strongest of hearts into the walking dead."
"Quite hurtful, isn’t it?"
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"It’s a lie..."
"Tell me it’s all a lie," Ryuk muttered, his hands tightening so hard within his palms that blood rained upon the green grass.
’How long have I been fighting for?’
’How much pain have I had to bear?’
’And this is the reason?’
’This is why I fight?’
’A bad love triangle?’
At first he had strived wanting back his parts.
But another point, he remembered he had lost the will for regain his true body parts.
That was after his fallout with Knullic and Draconic back then.
He already had the Nanobody, and at that moment, he had felt it was enough.
Yet, when he remembered the dragon who had fought for him,
When he thought of the fact that the entire dragon race had fought just to keep a boy alive, and faced such selfless destruction.
He had told himself that he could not let the Knulls have their way.
When he learned the righteous had been the ones to fall, he had said no, and he had fought.
That was the thing that had carried him all the way here.
He had decided he would take revenge for them all.
Yet... that... that...
That was a lie!?
The dragon never fought for him.
All they did was follow behind the back of a woman burning with rage from her lover being captured.
Only five dragons had truly died for him.
The Knulls, the race who he had planned to one day wipe out of the universe to revenge the dragons they killed, never raised thier claws upon them at all?
And all of this pain, his deprivation of familial love and childhood.
All of it was due to a single woman’s bitter feelings?
And if it had been any woman, he would have raged.
He would have made her his next aim:
To destroy her for taking everything from him.
But that woman was his father’s old lover!?
How could this be the end?
What had he been fighting for at all?
What was he even supposed to fight for now?
What was there to even fight for at all?
A silent ringing was all he heard in his head, going for longer than he could bother to keep count.
In the end,
"How pathetic..."
He mused, a line of red blood trailing dwon from his right eye.
Rising up, he turned to knull and asked:
"Where is my soul?"
Knull did not gatekeep it any longer.
From the slit in his eyes, an object flew out.
A pyramid, the size of a football, covered with thousands of runes.
"I already killed the First Calamity and removed the soul from him, keeping it to myself just to be safe."
"But now," Knull said as the pyramid floated forward to Ryuk.
"I don’t think you deserve any more of this madness."
"Take your last True Body Part, and... go live your own life, Ryuk."
"Live it well."
He said, and Ryuk took the pyramid in his hands.
In the next moment, it disappeared, stored away and without another word, he turned his back and silently walked off into the distance.
"Wai..."
"Don’t."
Theth’Vorgath tried to speak, but he was stopped by Knull, who continued:
"All his life he has searched for the truth, and to come this far, he must have thought it noble."
"But our past is farthest from noble and closest to wretched."
"He’s disappointed, he regrets, but that is a must every being must face eventually."
"Now... let him go. Let him go, to fade away from your shadow and find his own life."
"If he succeeds, he will find a life worthy of living."
"And if he fails?"
Theth’Vorgath asked, turning to Knull.
"He become a failure... like us."
Theth’Vorgath said, only to be gazed down at.
"Don’t put us both in the same word, Knull."
"Even at this point, you still try to deny it?"
"Deny what!?"
"You’re a failure of a father, Knull. A failure of a lover. A failure of a hero. A failure of a friend!"
"And I...am a failure of a bloodline manifestation."
"I had formed from the success of the Knulls, and my divine purpose is to keep that success."
"Yet now, the Knull will face extinction soon, or maybe they already are as we speak."
"I have failed, and you have failed."
"Knull, the manifestation of darkness."
"Theth’Vorgath, the Knull of carnage."
"Those are fancy titles wrapped around our beings to hide our failures."
"It’s foolish to remain disillusioned at this point!"
"I... have not failed!"
He said, and in the next moment, Theth’Vorgath opened his palms, revealing a simple ball,
The sight of them made Knull’s eyes widen.
It was the Knull domain still contained in a ball shape.
"You... you found it!"
"With this, you have not failed either, have you?" Theth’Vorgath said, as Knull’s brows creased in suspicion.
"What are you planning, Theth’Vorgath?"