Chapter 1071: A simple man.
Despite the 'strenuous' effort that Agnes and Velnorah gave to make Victor forget his plans, they didn't have much success... Yes, they managed to distract him easily, but Victor was a committed man... Committed to his Family.
He wouldn't let any possible chance to make his Faction stronger pass him by, even if it made him work harder. In this particular project, he was thinking of doing it all alone since it wasn't that difficult. He just needed to enact the 'Beginning' of an entirely new Race of Beings that were related to him in some minor way, but that weren't Dragons... At least, True Dragons.
They were more like a marine subspecies of a Water Dragon. So, taking references from the Beings in his head and the Mythologies he'd learned, Victor began his work after leaving Agnes and Velnorah catatonic in bed.
He disappeared from where he was and appeared again outside the atmosphere of his planet. Moving further away, he had a complete view of his planet. With his full vision, he used his Authority in the Domain to see the various small Dimensions he had Created to entertain his Daughters.
Stopping to admire his planet for a few seconds, his Draconic Eyes reflected the planet in appreciation. Closing his eyes, Victor turned and stared at his Solar System, then his Galaxy. The size of his personal Dimension grew depending on his Power. Before, it was just a Solar System, and now it was an entire galaxy where he could literally do whatever he wanted here.
Here, he was the all-powerful God. If he wanted to, he could, at any time, disassociate himself from The System, and thus, all the Souls that died here would not return to The System. But he would not do that. After all, this move would draw the attention of The Primordials.
"Let's start with something simple..." Victor's eyes began to shine. To help his concentration even more, he stopped 'holding back'.
His humanoid appearance began to change as his hair grew down to his waist and transformed into pure Miasma. Gigantic wings appeared behind him while his body was covered in scales, and a thorny tail grew behind him. Feeling his call, Junketsu began to cover her Master's Draconic skin, leaving only his head visible.
When his heart beat again, his entire existence shone in violet, and then, with the next heartbeat, the entire solar system was illuminated.
Victor stopped 'controlling' his Power and let it breathe freely.
Normally, he wouldn't do this and would keep his immense Power under control at all times. After all, he didn't want to walk around like a Humanoid Dragon that glowed in violet. The issue of aesthetics wasn't the main problem since, as a beautiful Being, he would look perfect in whatever he wore. The problem was that Beings would disappear when they got close to him.
Victor was like a star to the weakest and most unresisting Beings. If he stopped holding back, everything in an area around him would disappear from existence just because of how heavy his Power was.
But in his Domain, none of this was a problem. As soon as all the Power came out and the surrounding atmosphere was saturated with Victor's presence, the glow began to dim, and Victor appeared with veins of violet Power pulsing all over his body. Victor stretched his arm out to the right as if he was holding someone's neck. In the next second, a man appeared in his Domain. Specifically speaking, a God...
A dying God with a deformed body. He had no fingers or toes, his left eye was deformed, his stomach was split open, showing his guts, and his tool had long since been consumed by worms. He was alive, but his eyes were gone.
Even though he was in an area so saturated with Power and was in Victor's hands, the dying God didn't react... To be more specific, his eyes recognized him, but he couldn't care less anymore.
Victor looked at this God and felt no pity. His pity was reserved only for the innocent, such a naive word. After all, today's innocent may be tomorrow's guilty, but it was a word that Victor had always cared about since the beginning.
It may not seem like it, but he was not a monster who would leave his comfort zone to kill innocent people. He was also not a 'hero' who would go out into the world and solve any kind of problem. He was a normal guy who would not ignore the innocent if they were in front of him.
Although he was honest enough with himself to understand that the 'innocent' were not always his priority. In his invasion of the Supernatural World of Japan, he may have hunted, but he never targeted the innocent. The same cannot be said about the day he killed several human soldiers.
Victor knew they were 'innocent', but he killed them anyway.
Just like always, his morals were malleable. He wasn't a nice guy, but he wasn't a monster either, he was somewhere in between.
He was a hypocrite.
Victor laughed internally to himself: 'Who isn't a hypocrite these days?' Instead of debating what he was, Victor was a man of action, and most of the time, he would try to do more good than harm.
This contemplation was reserved only for pure Souls. For Beings like this man, Victor felt... Nothing.
"Tell me, Poseidon."
"How was your stay with my Wife Medusa?" A question he already knew the answer to, considering that he saw everything, but he asked it anyway since he wanted to see the man's reaction.
For a moment, Poseidon didn't react, but seconds later, his eyes opened wide, and he began to tremble.
"N-No, please, just kill me... Please."
"... I see." A predictable outcome.
Medusa was not kind to Poseidon, and everything Poseidon did to the men and women he forced was used on him in even worse ways. Her methods always changed, and when she ran out of torture options, she learned new techniques from Lily.
When those options also ran out, she would go to Lilith to put Poseidon in a Dream in which he was the King of Olympus and that everything was fine, until suddenly, everything was taken away from him.
It could be said that Dreams were the worst form of torture that even physical torture could not overcome. After all, within the Realm of Dreams, she could play with Poseidon's aspirations, desires, and ambitions only to see everything destroyed later.
Poseidon, who forced Medusa, ended up this way, and Athena, who expelled Medusa due to her envy, experienced a similar fate.
Revenge was done.
"People say that revenge is empty..." Victor released Poseidon, and the man began to float in space, not even having the strength to make any movements. "People who say that are those who have not truly enjoyed their revenge."
"Despite being a God of great beauty and Power, you have fallen to the point of forcing yourself on others. A God who acts like a child." Victor never had a good impression of Gods. Even after becoming one, that never changed.
... Although, he had met respectable Gods, such as Shiva, Hestia, and Buddha.
The latter being known only through the memories of Beings he had absorbed.
"...But perhaps that is what you really are? Children with great Power who cannot use that Power properly because they were not taught how to use it properly."
As a Father, Victor understood very well that the upbringing and environment in which a child grew up were crucial in a child's development.
"The Representation of Humanity... Give a Mortal a little authority, and they will show their true colors. Demons hiding in sheep's clothing."
A businessman who owns a billion-dollar company will hide the exploitation of Human Beings in underdeveloped countries because he knows he has more 'power' than others.
A police officer can act like an idiot because he has more 'authority' than an ordinary citizen.
A businessman who owns a billion-dollar company will hide the exploitation of Human Beings in underdeveloped countries because he knows he has more 'power' than others.
A politician will always steal because he knows he will get away with it.
As a former American, Victor understood this very well. No matter which side you choose, they will all be rotten.
"It's just the way things are… The lack of impunity is what makes Beings act according to their desires…" Thinking a little more, Victor shook his head in denial. "No, it's just about Power."
"Power makes people think they are invincible. I am a good example of that."
In the end, there was no good reason why Mortals were the way they were. Things were the way they were; you could say that this was their nature.
Just as Demons were naturally violent Beings who were prone to causing Evil, Humanity had the capacity to do both Good and Evil.
But then another question arose, what is Good? What is Evil?
For Victor's current Empire, 'Evil' was considered to be those who disobeyed The Emperor.
As you can see, Good and Evil are subjective in society and in the perspectives of Beings.
A Gluttonous Demon eating Humans would not find this action 'bad', as it was just their nature. The same could not be said of the Humans who would see this scene.
As a God who can create Life as he pleases, do these rules apply to him?
Victor shook his head, getting the thoughts out of his mind. Every now and then, he caught himself thinking about these meaningless things. "In the end... It doesn't matter."
Putting adjectives on the actions of oneself and other Beings, at the end of the day, doesn't matter...
"In the end, all that matters are the actions and the consequences of those actions. It's like Newton's Third Law."
Victor pointed to Poseidon as Red Lightning flashed behind him: "You and Athena harmed my Wife, Medusa. Because of that action, you are here today."
A moment of tension fell in the space around them.
"..." Poseidon just looked at Victor with the same lifeless expression, not even showing any reaction to Victor's conversation. He just wanted to die already and end his suffering.
A few seconds passed, and Victor just sighed as he placed his fingers on his forehead. "Why am I talking about this to a dead man?"
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